6CW Anarchy Monday 8th February

Dicey is watching Aftermath on his flat screen TV

“Riot booms out of the speakers as Masters lifts the chair above his head.

HA: Please tell me he's here to put a stop to this

HE: Why would he. Masters is doing exactly what the boss wanted; he's destroyed the EWF champion

HA: Then why does he look so unhappy?

Masters has stopped perfectly still as Mr Jones strides through the curtain and out onto the ramp

MJ: What the hell are you doing?

Masters remains unmoved. Joshua has now rolled from the ring and is standing next to Jones

MJ: Once again Mike you think you know better than me!!

Masters drops the chair and walks round to the bottom of the ramp

MJ: You think this will make things right, that this will get what you think you deserve??

Jones shakes his head a smile across his face
MJ: I think I'm done handing things on a plate for you Mike. I thought I saw something in you but I think for one maybe I was wrong

Masters is furious
MM: I deserve a rematch!!

MJ: You want a rematch?

MM: You're damn right I do

MJ: Well how about for the first time you actually earn that right Mike

Masters picks up the chair again
MM: Against who.....HIM?

Masters takes a step towards Joshua but Jones places a hand out to stop the 6CW champion

MJ: I think I know somebody else who has shown they deserve the opportunity Mike, somebody you and I know very well....




Revival Mode blasts out of the speakers


HA: OH MY GOD WHY??


The World Eater Liam Wood cockily walks out onto the ramp he beats his chest stood under a single spotlight as the crowd descend into a booing frenzy. Jones is applauding from the ramp

LW: This is my time!!!!!

HA: These two men had one of the fiercest rivalries in 6CW history and these fans had once hoped this feud would reignite but they would have never have thought it would be like this. Wood has done a deal with the devil to get what he wants and what he wants is the EWF championship

HE: Liam Wood vs Mike Masters for the right to challenge Keith Leone at Day of Reckoning

HA: I can't believe it

HE: Neither can Masters

Jones is grinning from ear to ear as the camera focuses on Masters staring at Wood. Keith Leone slowly starts to get to his feet as Aftermath goes off air”

Dicey launches the now empty bottle of whiskey off the telly which explodes in sparks and smoke

Dicey: THIS IS BULLS**T!!!!

Dicey gets up and kicks over his table

Dicey: That weasely......arse licking.....little mother f**ker, he gets one f**king win and then gets a number 1 contenders shot, I have busted my arse for months.........FOR MONTHS and I get nothing.......NOTHING!!

Just then Sally Hendrix walks through the door with the nerdy Joker (aka Simon the accountant) and sees the place in a mess, Dicey walks over and punches Simon in the face, knocking the stunned youth to the ground

Dicey: Get the f**k out of my house (Dicey turns to Sally) and if you have a problem you can f**king join him

Sally pulls Simon up off the ground

Sally: Time to go lover, you don’t want to be here right now

She pushes him from the house

Sally: Call me

Dicey grabs the bottle of Buckfast that is in Sallys hand and starts to neck the bottle, she grabs it off him and Dicey snarls at her

Sally: What the hell has gotten into you....don’t get me wrong, I am soooo wet for you right now but drinking.......did you and your boyfriend have another tiff

Dicey: I can’t do this anymore.......I can’t be the hero that these people want look at me....I’m old and useless....I win week after week and get nothing, Woods beats me once and shoves his tongue up Jones’ arse and gets a f**king title shot.....can you believe that, Diesel won’t answer my calls and I’m stuck in this house because my body is jacked up.....I you’re only here because I am a gullible idiot

Sally walks over and slaps Dicey in the face

Sally: I didn’t come back here tonight for some pity party, look at yourself, you are a grow ass man....not just any man....you are Dicey f**king Reilly, the sh*t storm, the craziest....most violent man I have ever seen in the ring.....thats including Nige, that is the man I miss seeing....that is the Dicey I want to return, the beer drinking, not one f**k giving son of a bit*h, f**k Woods, f**k Jones......and after this please f**k me, just look at this place....look at poor Simon, you need to get angry again, you need to hit people and hit them hard....you need to show 6CW that Dicey is going to f**k sh*t up and not give a damn

Dicey grabs Sally by the hair and kisses her

Dicey: Let’s get f**ked up

Sally squeals with joy and throws Dicey his coat

Sally: I know just the stripclub

Outside Wembley Arena, Engel in bloodstained Wrestling attire limps across the car park hastily, carrying a hold all, cameraman in tow. The Cameraman is frantically asking questions as Engel angrily answers

CM: Mr. Harlequin...Mr. Harlequin...

EH: Its JUST Engel...

CM: Okay, sorry Mr. Engel. Do you think this is a good idea?

EH: ITS JUST ENGEL...Look at me...do I look like a man that cares if this is a good idea? I want to see Mr. Jones right now.

CM: For what?

Engel turns angrily towards the cameraman who stops in his tracks. Engel looks into the camera.

EH: STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS. If you want this on camera for the 6CW universe then shut up and follow me.

The cameraman shuts up and continues to follow Engel as he passes by a crowd of fans

CROWD: ENGELS GONNA KILL YOU! ENGELS GONNA KILL YOU.

Engel shakes his head, is this what he has become? Engel walks through the Entrance and is greeted by a member of the Security team.[/b]

Security: Hello Mr. Harlequin. Your locker room is to the...

EH: ITS ENGEL...And I dont care where my locker room is. I want to see Mr. Jones right now.

Security: I don't think Mr. Jones has time...

EH: TICK...TOCK...TICK...TOCK Everybody has time. You for example have very little left unless you take me and my Camera man to Mr. Jones this instant.

[i]Another security man comes over.

Security2: Is everything okay over here Clive?

Clive: Don't worry Geoff, Engel just wants to see the boss.

Geoff: I thought Mr. Jones was busy?

EH: And I think Mr. Jones will want to hear this from one of his VALUED employees.

Geoff and Clive reluctantly walk Engel down the corridors of Wembley and to Mr. Jones' office. Geoff puts his hand on Engel

Geoff: Wait here.

Clive and Geoff walk in. Voices can be heard through the door.

Jones: What is it? I'm very busy right now.

Clive: Well...uh...sir? Its Mr...

Geoff: What my colleague is trying to say is...

Clive: Well its Mr. Harlequin...

Engel bursts through the door.

EH: FOR THE LAST TIME...ITS ENGEL!!

Mr. Jones rises from his chair and signals Geoff and Clive out of the room and closes the door behind them before going to his seat and sitting down.

Jones: Engel Harlequin...(Engel interrupts)

EH: Its...(Jones interrupts)

Jones: This is MY company Engel. You are who I SAY you are. Now what can I do for you?

Engel pulls out a series of sheets of paper and puts them on the desk

EH: Thats my contract signed sealed and delivered.

Jones: Ah quite the showman I see Mr. Harlequin. You could have given that to HR at anytime, yet you storm in here? Wasting my time.

EH: I wanted to deliver it to you personally Jones. I've just come out of Hospital you see.

Jones: I can tell...

EH: You saw what me and Cerberus did to each other at New Dawn...

Jones: Yes, it was a good showing. I was relatively impressed.

EH: So why would me and Cerberus join forces against this Elvis Costello chap? He's 61 and we can't sing worth a dime.

Mr. Jones shakes his head in disbelief but Engel continues to speak

Engel: Do you WANT me and Cerberus to destroy each other again?

Jones: No Mr. Harlequin thats what THEY want. And THEY give us ratings, pay YOUR wages.

Engel: I came here for one thing...

Jones: Yes and theres no place for you right now.

Engel: In the mean time you want me to go through HELL week in week out for your entertainment...Is that all I am to you?

Jones looks at Engel and smiles

Jones: Mr. Harlequin, this business has changed...the fans have changed. Now there are Monsters and Men...Unfortunately Monsters don't play well with men...and you are a Monster...one of the greatest I say reluctantly...but your time at the top is over before it began I'm afraid.

EH: Meanwhile your big baboon carries the company title? I have jumped through every hoop you have given me.

Jones looks increasingly aggrivated.

Jones: Mr. Harlequin...this little meeting is over. Go bake a cake. Kiss and make up with your old buddy. You two have a match tonight and I would HATE for you to get hurt...Oh and don't let him light the candles while your in the room. You smell a little...flammable.

Engel slams his fist on the table before getting up and going to the door

Engel: Mr. Jones...you'd do well to pay heed. I have caused anarchy, chaos, I have seen men like you rise and I have seen men like you fall. You can do whatever you want to me...I will come back, kicking and screaming you can drag me through hell. Its nothing I haven't seen or experienced...but Mr. Jones one way or another I will reach the top.

Jones: Sure...

Engel opens the door and pauses

EH: AND FOR THE LAST GODDAM TIME...ITS ENGEL...HEHEHEHEHE

Engel slams the door as the scene fades.

The 6CW fans are on their feet giving a rapturous greeting as Last Resort begins to resonate around the arena, Steel makes his way out from behind the curtain in a #TeamMike/Geoff t-shirt and denim jeans.

HA: listen to these fans Henry showing their appreciation for this icon of 6CW

HE: Not sure what he's done to deserve it recently, the man himself pretty much admitted he didn't know why he bothered coming back.

HA: That was a man at his lowest point Brother but I think this past week that spark for the business was rekindled.

Steel makes his way down to ringside tagging hands with some fans on his way before entering the ring, he climbs the turnbuckle and poses as the fans continue to show their support. As Last Resort slowly fades Steel is tossed a microphone from ringside and he ushers the crowd to silence.

GS: I want to start by addressing an interview I gave last week, an interview in which I said I wasn't sure whether returning to 6CW should have happened. What you have to understand is I was on the edge of drinking myself into oblivion, I was all ready to quit when the going got hard, I woke up the next morning with regrets not only due to the killer hangover that hung around for a good few days, but also the words that came out of my mouth. I didn't stop to think how my words would effect those around me and of course you the 6CW universe. Geoff Steel is no quitter he doesn't just up and leave when things don't go his way, he fights to fulfil his dreams as every man should and right now my dream is to be the best I can be in 6CW, somedays my best might not be good enough but that's fine and I need to learn to accept that. I was out of this business for far too long and found myself frustrated by my own performances and how I wasn't where I wanted to be, right now though I want to promise you fans and Mike if you are listening back there, Geoff Steel is fully committed to making this tag team part of 6CW folklore and conquering the division. It only took my own partner and Dopant Zero beating some sense into me to show me the way.

The crowd start chanting the names Mike and Geoff

HE: Come on are you believing this, they've still not even won a match yet.

GS: Whilst all I could see was Mike and myself failing at making an Impact in the tag team division, it appears that I was missing the bigger picture and others had been taking a great interest in our development as a team, enough interest for them to become worried about what may lay ahead if we're allowed to continue working together. I was all set for our team to face an unknown test an Aftermath I'd read the rumours of potential returnees who could possibly have been potential opponents and I also had my own suspicions. I did not however suspect a plan set in motion by Charles Kramer no doubt passed on by some other figure pretending to hide in the shadows to try drive a wedge between myself and Mike in the hope of our fledgling team all but collapsing around us. On paper I have to agree it's a great plan, two team mates who both have great potential but possibly not on the same page as of the moment, you'd think would be easy to divide and send on their way each wanting the blood of the other. What they didn't reckon on was just how much respect Mike and I have for each other, both what you would call veterans of the industry both achieved great things, we tore up that ring and neither of us held back, it didn't really matter who won, it was about us both wanting to prove to each other just how far we were willing to go to be the best. Following Aftermath there is nobody else I would rather have in my corner than Mike Hill.

HA: It appears Kramers plan has completely blown up In his face Henry

HE: I'm sure he will have a plan B up his sleeve

Steel then leans against the ropes and let's out a sigh

GS: Whilst myself and Mike left Aftermath on good terms and with Kramer a footnote to be dealt with at a future date, there are two guys I'm the back that require much more immediate attention. Honestly I didn't think I had any further respect to lose for Dopant Zero, they were already hardly registering on the chart of how much I respect my peers, now they have wiped out any traces that may have been remaining. Nogami, Yagamuri, you must know that this latest attack won't go unanswered you do understand that right. I know I might have history with you two of never really giving you the payback you deserved for putting me on the shelf, that was more due to the fact I wasn't able to physically climb into that ring to hand out that punishment, This time though you've made one huge mistake I'm still here and am more than capable of providing you both with some long overdue torment, not only that but I have back up of my own these days so you are in for double the amount of suffering. You guys really couldn't have picked a worse time to try and prove that you still are legitimate contenders for the prize, Nogami I'll see you at Anarchy I'd suggest Yagamuri bring a stretcher with him to ringside, he will be needing it to cart you off when I'm done breaking every bone in your body and sending a very clear message out to all those who think myself and Mike can be easily dealt with.

Steel drops the microphone as Last Resort sounds out once more, he climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans as they chant his name.

Engel bursts through the door of his locker room and sits down his head in his hands. Off camera a south Yorkshire accent speaks

???: Engel? Yer back?

EH: GOD THERESA! I wish you would speak proper English...My parents were French and German. You don't see me speaking anything but PROPER English.

Theresa: Soz, I guess ya meeting didn't go so well?

EH: No...

Theresa: Well why don't you come over here and I will give you a...

EH: Did you download that music?

Theresa: What music?

EH: The best of Elvis Costello?

Theresa: I did but Engel...

EH: Play me one of his songs...

Theresa: Well I could only find one...but Engel...

Engel slams his fist down and Theresa reluctantly walks into view. A small woman with long dark brown hair and a plunging cleavage. She walks over to a laptop on a table in the middle of the room and clicks the mouse button. As the music plays Engel starts to nod his head to the beat. As the Lyrics start Engel begins to sing along out of tune in a raspy voice.

EH: I've been on tenderhooks, ending in dirty looks
List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat"
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel it

Theresa: But Engel...

Engel shakes his head at her and continues to nod.

EH: Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven-sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Theresa: ENGEL...

EH: For gods sake woman...what is up with you?

Theresa: Its not Elvis Costello your facing...

Engel looks confused as he walks over to the laptop and turns off the music before looking at her as if to say go on.

Theresa: Well, I've bin doin some research while ya've bin away Engel...

EH: Aaaaand?

Theresa: It's VINCENT Costello you and Cerberus are facing.

EH: WHAT? I am so unprepared. Theresa...quickly google him...

Theresa: He's a WRESTLER Engel and its a match your facing him in...

EH: Oh...well thats a relief...GODDAMIT Theresa why'd you do that to me? You should have told me before I started singing.

Theresa: I tri...

EH: Never the less this is IMPORTANT news. I need you to do me a favour.

Theresa: An when do I get my favour baby?

EH: (Engel shakes his head in disgust) I'm not here to fool around anymore Theresa, I need you to go explain to my friend Cerberus...

Theresa: Woah Woah Woah he ain't ya friend Engel, he almost killed you at New Dawn...

EH: And what a beautiful thing that would have been...anyway when you've finished...I need you to go explain to my friend Cerberus exactly what you have just told me. I know he will have been thinking the exact same thing.

Theresa: I don't think thats a great idea Engel.

EH: Oh and Theresa...maybe take him a cake. A caterpillar cake in fact...I know he likes those...it's like a yule log with a chocolate coating, and the iced face and the smarties...

Theresa: Engel, I know what a Caterpillar cake is...Have ya lost ya mind?

EH: No...Theresa...I think I found it...hehehehe.

Theresa goes to the door shaking her head.

Theresa: Oh by the way...you had an email from Johnny Lawless, something to do with an extreme tournament.

EH: Oh that crap...forget it.

The scene fades as Theresa leaves the locker room

The camera shot opens backstage @ Wembley Arena, LDN… Tim Allen is standing by:

TA: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome…. Two time world heavyweight champion… Vincent Costello!!!!!!

The shot expands to reveal VC wearing a grey Costello’s Law hoody with a ripped jean jacket over the top, the crowd roar as he looks into the camera

TA: Vincent, it’s been a tough road for you since losing the world title and the rise of the Forgotten’s dominance in 6CW… some pundits say you’ve been lost in the shuffle and are now firmly out of the main event picture for some time to come! It’s clear you’ve been a frustrated figure in recent months, how do you plan to build momentum and fire back against the supremacy of Mr. Jones and the Forgotten?

Costello raises and eye brow to Allen’s line of questions before grabbing the microphone out of his hand…

VC: You know Tim I can stomach a lot of things, I can come to terms with all the injustice in this world and I can just about accept that 6CW has moved on from the most dominant championship run in its history, but if there’s one thing I can’t tolerate… its being ignored! I can’t let it stand, I won’t accept it… You say I’ve been lost in the shuffle, well I say it’s time to rip this house of cards down, brick by brick… because 6CW is lost….

This company has always been a shark tank, dog eat dog, survival of the fittest… and that’s just how I like it! The cream always rises to the top.

But let’s face it, the cold hard reality of what this place has become in the last six months’ stinks… it stinks like a cold wet fish slapping you around the face! 6CW is no longer about the competition, it’s no longer about who’s the best inside that ring and it certainly has nothing to do with god given talent.

For the past few months I’ve bit my tongue, I’ve bided my time, I’ve sat back and watched 6CW turn into the one thing they always said it would never be… A joke!

This place has ‘forgotten’ what made it the best damn wrestling organization in the world and when I look out into that ring, just like the rest of you, just like the punters, the consumers, the everyman sitting at home with a Thunder T-shirt on and his hand down his pants thinking about when that next benefit payment is gonna roll in, or even like the fat kid in row H with a chubby fist full of nachos… well we just don’t see a shark tank anymore, we don’t see survival of the fittest anymore!

What we see is a glorified assemblage of yes men and nobodies, desperately trying to hold on to their five minutes of fame, anxiously attempting to keep their relevance longer than they ever had the right to. Holding a title doesn’t give you the right to keep it… you’ve gotta fight, you’ve gotta scratch, crawl and deify the odds… you’ve gotta be a shark and smell the blood! When I dominated this company as its world champion for 14 months straight, I was the biggest badest dog in yard… that’s how winning is done, that’s how a man becomes a champion.

So this week I’ll do what I always do and that’s lace up my boots, tape up these fists and stride straight into the lion’s den, you see its always been that simple for me, it’s always been that binary for me… you either win or you’re nothing! So this week I’ll open up Anarchy in front of the world with a clear message to Engel Harlequin, Cerberus and any other jack a$$ the office wants to put in my way.

TA: And that message is?

I’ve been hurt, injured, I’ve been kept down and I’ve been forgotten! But I’m here telling you, Jones, his mob and the world… that Costello’s Law is back, it’s fit, its hungry and it’s as merciless as ever… If you thought the old days, the sick days, the dark days of Vincent Costello’s reign in 6CW was uncompromisingly callous and destructive…

Then Costello’s Law says… You aint seen nothing yet!

Costello pushes the microphone into Tim Allen’s chest as the scene ends

Our scene opens in the office of Mr Jones, we join Jones who is sat with Charles Kramer as they go over 6CW official paper work, suddenly the calm is broken as shouting can be heard from outside. The door swings open to reveal one half of the 6CW Tag Team Champions Austin Stevens

Mr Jones' assistant: Excuse me! I said do you have an appointment?!

Stevens head turns to the assistant and without a second to think he replies

AS: Eat a d¡ck you dumb c**t...

Austin slams the door shut in the face of the assistant before marching up to the desk and looking at Charles Kramer

AS: You, get the f**k out!

Kramer looks at Jones with a worried look on his face but before either man can speak Austin continues

AS: No, don't look at him...look at me in the f**king eyes...

Kramer's eyes snap back to Austin who snarls as he speaks

AS: Now I get that Jonesy here for some reason thinks that you're important and that's given you the impression that you can walk around here like you've got melons down the front of your pants but I'm promising you that if you aren't out of that chair and this office in the next few seconds I'll put you through the window...

CK: Sir...

MJ: It's ok Charles, I think it's best if you leave so Mr Stevens and I can speak about whatever is on his mind...

Kramer quickly stands up and scurries out of the office, shutting the door behind him and leaving a clearly angry Austin Stevens alone with Mr Jones. Austin's breathing is fast and uncontrolled as he begins to rant

AS: What the f**k is going on?!

Austin slams a piece of paper down on Mr Jones' desk revealing the card for next weeks show, Jones looks over the document for a second but looks confused

MJ: I'm sorry Austin but you'll have to elaborate a little more...

AS: Why the f**k am I being made to fight another f**king handicap match?!

MJ: The advantage is yours, I fail to see the issue.

Austin grabs his hair and lets out a frustrated sigh before speaking

AS: Advantage?! F**king advantage?! Why the f**k do you think I need an advantage?!

Mr Jones frowns shaking his head

MJ: Austin I'll entertain your little rant but I'd appreciate it if you didn't swear...

Jones is quickly shocked at Austin cuts him off

AS: Yeah, well I'd appreciate it if you didn't constantly make me look like a f**king Cat...You brought me in to the Forgotten to hurt people and get the job done so let me do my f**king job without an unneeded f**king “advantage”...

...You know, I sat back and watched at New Dawn as The Forgotten time and time again were made to look like pussies for following your lead...

Mr Jones clearly loses his tempter, cutting Stevens off

MJ: Enough! You will show me the respect and follow the plans that I have put in place, you weren't complaining when these tactics brought you the tag team titles or gave us control of the company so don't act so high and mighty now...

Austin, still pacing punches the wall of Mr Jones' office causing a frame to fall to the ground, he quickly moves over and leans over the desk

AS: Well maybe I realised who the f**k I am Michael! I'm not a f**king coward, I'm not your whipping boy and I break people in half for fun and I'd make sure you remember that when you speak to me...you want respect, then show me that you have the guts to trust us...you want us to fight Thunder, f**k it! Whatever but I am done being a sheep...I'm ready to be a wolf again.

Jones looks frustrated but glazes over it

MJ: I admire the spirit Austin, why not take that anger out on Thunder and show me just how serious you are about being a “wolf”.

Austin quickly turns away, walking out of the office where the assistants voice can be heard again

Assistant: Next time I'll call security...

Austin pauses in his tracks, staring at the assistant and pausing causing her to look scared, he then simply tips all the paper work off her desk on to the floor before walking off.

As Grace has his arms in the air, "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons begins to play and the crowd erupts into more cheers, as Max Adamson walks out wearing dark blue jeans and the brand new MEGASTARS t-shirt, Adamson salutes the fans inside Wembley Arena and makes his way to the ring. Adamson climbs into the ring having grabbed a microphone from ringside, and shakes hands with Grace before looking at Grace's suit and smirking;

Max: Who picked out that suit, Stevie Wonder?!

(Adamson laughs as the crowd react accordingly, Adamson hushes the fans and continues)

Max: I'm only messing. But there is some serious business we need to address. Which is why I'm out here young Antoine.

(Adamson slowly walks around the ring twirling the microphone in his fingers as he strolls)

Max: Since Mr Jones decided to give us the news that if we choose to accept, we could have a triple threat match, you, me, and Crime Lord, for the 6CW International Championship at Day of Reckoning, I've had people asking me in the street what we're going to do. Are we going to risk this partnership and mutual agreement for the chance of championship gold? Or are we going to continue to take down The Forgotten and turn down old Jonesy's offer? But there is another question I keep asking myself. Maybe it's because I'm a natural winner, a natural Champion, the desire I have to win Championships will never die, but I know I cannot sacrifice any advantages we have in this war against The Forgotten purely for personal gain. But this third option keeps sticking in my head, as long as we can make it work.

(Adamson looks at Grace who looks back at him)

Max: Why not both?

(The crowd cheer as Adamson smirks again at Grace)

Max: Why not both Grace? Why is it such a straightforward decision between going against each other for gold, and taking down The Forgotten? Why not both? If we're serious about taking down The Forgotten, then surely what better place to start than by removing the International Championship from the cold hard grip of The Forgotten? I know there's a risk, that's why I'm not going to make any snap decisions now. But would it really be that bad if for one match, we eliminated Crime Lord from the scene and had a healthy, competitive wrestling match to determine a Champion? Mr Jones wants to get into our heads and turn us against each other. The problem with that is that we already aren't overly keen on each other, but we are co-existing because we both know the greater good that will come with teaming up to take them down. The question we need to ask is this.

(Adamson stands closer to Grace and looks him in the eyes)

Max: If we are able to co-exist despite our history, despite how polar opposite we are, and despite how much I despise the people who like you, then what difference would it make if we competed against each other for the International Championship?

Dicey can be seen stumbling around Glasgow, swigging a bottle of Jameson, he stops and looks at the poster for Anarchy that is on a wall outside a pub, which has Wood on one side and Masters on the other with Mr Jones in the background

Dicey: What are you looking so smug at you smug little pr**k

Dicey punches Wood in the pic and hurts his hand

Dicey: Do you think that hurt Woods....do you think throwing me down the stairs hurt either....well sorry to disappoint you but it didn’t but you getting this match, that hurt, I beat you you f**k, I beat you and won more than you and what did you get...huh....a shot at a shot for the title....not the REAL 6CW title but a f**king title none the less (Dicey looks up at Jones) I know why your are happy, you have two little boys fighting over you, you Operation Yewtree, gonna get found out someday nonce (Dicey spits his drink out laughing), F**K YOU!!! F**K ALL OF YOU!!!

Just then a security guard comes out and walks up to Dicey

Guard: Dicey is that you...

Dicey narrows his eyes and smiles

Dicey: BERT....me auld flower hows tricks buddy, don’t mind me, I have been out with my lovely lady Sally, we’ve had a few and I’m just walking home

Bert looks behind Dicey and sees no one there

Bert: Sally?

Dicey looks behind himself and starts shouting Sally’s name

Dicey: She must have f**ked off again...ah well, to have loved and lost and all that Poopie

Bert: Do you want me to call Big D to pick you up, it’s a bit rough around here

Dicey: Don’t you f**king dare call that fanny.....dont be THAT guy Bert....never be THAT guy...I don’t need looking after I’m Dicey Reilly...DICEY F**KING REILLY, let some chav try and bum me...I will slap the sh*t out of him and his council estate Ma, I can look after myself, I have done it since I could walk and I can do it now....so pi** off with yer “It’s too rough” sh*t....f**k you too Bert

Dicey pushes past Bert and stumbles up the road singing, Bert shakes his head and starts to dial on his phone

Bert: Hey it’s Bert......yeah you should really head over to Dicey’s, he’s come stumbling by pi**ed as a fart, throwing abuse at posters, he is in a bad way D.........thats up to you mate I just thought I’d tell you........talk soon

Bert hangs up

Bert: Idiots

Timothy Allen is on standby backstage with a cameraman as he looks to seek an interview with Mike Masters. As Allen gets closer, he hears a lot of noises, mainly raging and the sound of things get thrown around. Timothy Allen knocks on the door.

MM: WHAT!

Mike Masters steams towards the door and opens it aggressively to the fright of Allen.

MM: I swear to god you useless SOB...

TA: I'm just here to ask why you're so mad right now. I see all this trash along your floor thrown out of anger I presume. You have the opportunity to get back in the title scene if you beat Liam Wood on Anarchy.

MM: Oh oh I have the "opportunity" to get back in the title scene. Right... I don't need to take any opportunity I should already have that right. Everyone is entitled to a rematch clause, everyone! But oh you know all the sh!t that goes on backstage, they try screw the best of us, all unjustified. What, because I disobeyed a few commands from the boss, because I wanted to do things MY way.

MM: Yeah it backfired but I made ammends. Jones wanted to gain back some trust, I did just that. I beat the crap outta Leone, I was gonna leave him lying in his own blood but then Jones just had to come out and interupt, let alone announcing that ridiculous announcement about next week.

Masters picks up a steel chair and throws it against a locker room in a fit of rage.

TA: Can I get your thoughts on facing Liam Wood?

MM: Do you think I care about Liam Wood. What, because he finally, and I mean finally got a god damn victory on PPV, woop de doo, am I supposed to think he's some threat to me. He has a change of character, am I meant to be scared of him now? He's the same guy I beat countless of times a few months ago. Sure, it's good to see him finally embrace the hate, but that doesn't make him better than me. It just makes him more of a douchebag you got that. If I have to beat Liam Wood to get my EWF opportunity back, then I'll do just that. But boy oh boy, Jonesys' gonna have to answer to this because it's not cool man.

Masters immediately slams the door on Timothy Allen who can be heard having more rage fits inside his locker room.

Vincent Costello is standing backstage watching a TV monitor… his fist begins to clench…

The camera shot zooms into the monitor before going full screen

Engel slams his fist down and Theresa reluctantly walks into view. A small woman with long dark brown hair and a plunging cleavage. She walks over to a laptop on a table in the middle of the room and clicks the mouse button. As the music plays Engel starts to nod his head to the beat. As the Lyrics start Engel begins to sing along out of tune in a raspy voice.

EH: I've been on tenderhooks, ending in dirty looks
List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said, "That's that, I don't want to chitter-chat"
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat
Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Pump it up, until you can feel it

Theresa: But Engel...

Engel shakes his head at her and continues to nod.

EH: Down in the pleasure center, hell-bent or heaven-sent
Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand
Pump it up, until you can feel it
Pump it up, when you don't really need it

Theresa: ENGEL...

EH: For gods sake woman...what is up with you?

Theresa: Its not Elvis Costello your facing...

Engel looks confused as he walks over to the laptop and turns off the music before looking at her as if to say go on.

Theresa: Well, I've bin doin some research while ya've bin away Engel...

EH: Aaaaand?

Theresa: It's VINCENT Costello you and Cerberus are facing.

EH: WHAT? I am so unprepared. Theresa...quickly google him...

Theresa: He's a WRESTLER Engel and its a match your facing him in...

EH: Oh...well thats a relief...GODDAMIT Theresa why'd you do that to me? You should have told me before I started singing.

As the shot pans back out Costello address the camera directly…

VC: Engel Harlequin…. we haven’t met before and although I’m sure google did a fine job in describing my credentials to you, let me enlighten you somewhat… you’re not facing me in a ‘match’ because in what world could you ever be a match for me? No, no, no! You see come this Monday, in front of a sellout Wembley Arena, there won’t be any laughs and jokes, songs or sonnets it will be all business… So although the name Vincent Costello maybe unfamiliar to you, come the final bell my name will forever be imprinted on your memory… as the man that gave you the worst beating of your career.

You see in the past I would have taken being put in the curtain jerker spot against a fool like you as a personal insult! I am Vincent Costello after all and you’re well… you know! But in the past months I’ve grown, I’ve matured, I’ve developed… No longer do I see this fight as a personal insult, I see it as an opportunity… an opportunity to do what I do best; smack someone’s teeth down their throat and start proving once again that Costello’s Law is THE cornerstone of 6CW, the very foundation of what this company should be and what this company will be.

I intend to cleanse 6CW… one fight at a time, I’ll burn this place to the ground, rule the ashes and rebuild it in the image of Costello’s Law, and that starts on Monday, that starts with you & Cerberus.

VC turns off the monitor and walks off down the corridor…

Marky wrote:As Grace has his arms in the air, "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons begins to play and the crowd erupts into more cheers, as Max Adamson walks out wearing dark blue jeans and the brand new MEGASTARS t-shirt, Adamson salutes the fans inside Wembley Arena and makes his way to the ring. Adamson climbs into the ring having grabbed a microphone from ringside, and shakes hands with Grace before looking at Grace's suit and smirking;

Max: Who picked out that suit, Stevie Wonder?!

(Adamson laughs as the crowd react accordingly, Adamson hushes the fans and continues)

Max: I'm only messing. But there is some serious business we need to address. Which is why I'm out here young Antoine.

(Adamson slowly walks around the ring twirling the microphone in his fingers as he strolls)

Max: Since Mr Jones decided to give us the news that if we choose to accept, we could have a triple threat match, you, me, and Crime Lord, for the 6CW International Championship at Day of Reckoning, I've had people asking me in the street what we're going to do. Are we going to risk this partnership and mutual agreement for the chance of championship gold? Or are we going to continue to take down The Forgotten and turn down old Jonesy's offer? But there is another question I keep asking myself. Maybe it's because I'm a natural winner, a natural Champion, the desire I have to win Championships will never die, but I know I cannot sacrifice any advantages we have in this war against The Forgotten purely for personal gain. But this third option keeps sticking in my head, as long as we can make it work.

(Adamson looks at Grace who looks back at him)

Max: Why not both?

(The crowd cheer as Adamson smirks again at Grace)

Max: Why not both Grace? Why is it such a straightforward decision between going against each other for gold, and taking down The Forgotten? Why not both? If we're serious about taking down The Forgotten, then surely what better place to start than by removing the International Championship from the cold hard grip of The Forgotten? I know there's a risk, that's why I'm not going to make any snap decisions now. But would it really be that bad if for one match, we eliminated Crime Lord from the scene and had a healthy, competitive wrestling match to determine a Champion? Mr Jones wants to get into our heads and turn us against each other. The problem with that is that we already aren't overly keen on each other, but we are co-existing because we both know the greater good that will come with teaming up to take them down. The question we need to ask is this.

(Adamson stands closer to Grace and looks him in the eyes)

Max: If we are able to co-exist despite our history, despite how polar opposite we are, and despite how much I despise the people who like you, then what difference would it make if we competed against each other for the International Championship?

Grace nods in appreciation and then mouths "why not both" continuously. Suddenly a beaming smile appears on his face and he backs away.

AG: Brilliant Max, just BRILLIANT!

The scene opens moments after the close of Aftermath. Thunder, is leaning against the wall, by the entrance way to ringside. Thunder appears to be in shock, Timothy Allen joins him. Tim waves his hand in front of Thunder’s face. Thunder doesn’t blink never mind react.
 
Tim
I know it was a surprise but, was it really that shocking?
 
Thunder hums in disagreement.
 
Tim
We all knew this could happen.
 
Thunder hums in agreement.
 
Tim
Surely, you of all people saw this coming, you know him best.
 
Thunder moves his head in a motion of yeah.
 
Tim
You know what he can be like, he’s ruthless and will do anything for himself.
 
Thunder’s face crunches in confusion.
 
Thunder
What?
 
Tim
Liam, he’s become ruthless and selfish.
 
Thunder
What’s that got to do with Costello helping me out?
 
Tim is taken back by Thunder’s response.
 
Tim
So, Viper being given a title shot isn’t why you looked so shocked?
 
Thunder blinks twice at Tim.
 
Thunder
He did? Well, I never knew.
 
Tim
It was just announced!?
 
Thunder
Was it? Sorry, I was too busy figuring out what the hell just happened at the end of my match.
 
Tim
That was half hour ago!
 
Thunder
Huh, time flies when your thinking I guess. So, Vincent Costello, the man who put me on the shelf for nearly a year, saved my career from ending again?
 
Tim
Yes, that did actually happen.
 
Thunder pulls a face of surprise, and wanders off muttering about maybe tigers can change their spots. Tim goes to correct him but, decides to just let him go.

The scene opens backstage, outside Thunders locker room. A stage hand approaches the door. He raises his hand to knock and pulls it back. Seemingly unable to knock on the door. Thunder appears behind him not saying a word. The stage hand finally drums up the courage to knock on the door. Thunder puts his hand on the guys shoulder, making him jump, drop his clipboard and run off. Thunder bends over and picks up the board, he goes to call after him, before reading the board. Once he has, he smile and rests it under his arm. Thunder looks up at the camera.
 
Thunder
So, Jones, when three didn’t work, you decide to send two? Surely, it should have been four…oh wait, my bad, we’re talking about the Forgotten, face one, face all. Well, as long as they all toe the line. Jones tells us, we should all fall in line, how’d that work out for Masters? He was the first to step in line, now he’s bottom of the barrel. A group, like the Forgotten, thrives on being equals, or, at least seeming that way. We have seen how Jones treats Joshy boy, better than anyone else. Hell, I believe Crimelord, asked for no help, Jones sent them anyway. I asked for no help, my friends respected my wishes and stayed back, even when all appeared lost. I guest my equals respect me more than his…
 
Thunder pauses looking again at the clipboard, a frown comes over his face. He appears for a moment to be lost, as though he’s not sure why he said what he did, or even if it made any sense. Thunder shrugs and raises his head again.
 
Thunder
I want to get a couple of things straight. I never said I was a super hero, or even think that I am. No. I have no super powers, so, I can not be super. That being said, I, like any man, woman or child, hell, even dog, can be a hero. It doesn’t take powers to step up to the plate, it just takes a little courage and a little hope. Anyone, can be a hero it just takes a little more effort, than being the villain.

Thunder pauses once more, looking at the board again, he nods and points the board at the camera.
 
Thunder
Stevens, Hokori. You two have two options. Continue arguing amongst yourselves, make things easy for me. Or, swallow your damn pride, accept the help and get on the same page. You do that and maybe, just maybe you two will be a challenge. Either way, the result will be the same. Another win, for the hope of 6CW.

Thunder throws the board on the floor and walks off out of shot. Moments later, he pops back in with a twirl.
 
Thunder
One more thing. Jonesy, the reason you hate me, is ‘cause, I remind you of that little nerd, whose head you used to flush down the toilet, who later became your boss at that crappy, MacDonald’s drive thru, you used to work out. I bet it really cooks your chicken to see a geeky guy like me rise to the top in a company, you run…for now.
 
With that, Thunder salutes down the camera and bounce out of the shot. The scene fades on the final shot, of Thunders locker room, as Thunder tries to creep inside without getting back in the frame.

Our scene opens backstage in the 6CW Arena as we see the smiling face of Tim Allen and his guest Brandon Perez. Perez is wearing a shirt with the union jack all over it and has new trunks that also bare the colours of the british flag.

TA: Ladies and gentleman, here with me now is the self proclaimed mayor of Sleaze City Brandon Perez and Brandon, you're looking very...british today!

BP: That's right Timmy, I have set my sights on the United Kingdom Title and I thought the best way to prepare was to embrace the culture of this great empire!

TA: You do realise that nobody apart from tourists wear these things right?! This does bring up a few questions though...last time you were in action you left tag team partner and UK Champion Chael Kingdom high and dry when you attacked Cameron Faith, who had picked up the belt...

...Do you think your pursuit of the title has clouded your vision a little?

Brandon has a look of remorse for a second before speaking

BP: I admit that I was wrong but when I saw Cameron Faith disrespecting the title like that I knew I had to do something...it seems like the champion didn't have the same feeling! If that was my title...no...WHEN that is my title I will treat it like a beautiful woman!

TA: I hope not, I've seen...er...I mean, I've heard about what you do to beautiful woman in your former careers!

BP: Get your mind out of the gutter Timmy...when I lift the UK Title I'll make sure it comes to no harm, defend it with honour and make it proud to be on my arm...like a real champion should!

Allen looks a little impressed with Perez, nodding in approval before speaking

BP: I'll prove that this week at Anarchy, I want to show the world that I'm done messing around...I'm going to prove to the world that I am a man worthy of ruling this great nation.

TA: Excuse me? Ruling?!

Brandon looks confused

BP: Being the UK Champion is like being a lord or something right?! I thought I'd get make a law or something?!

TA: Why on earth would that be a thing?!

BP: Nothing serious...I just saw former champion Vincent Costello talking about Costello's Law so I assumed Perez's Law would become a thing...

TA: I'll regret this but what would be the law you pass?!

Brandon pauses for a moment, stroking his chin before answering

BP: Something that would help the ones hit by the credit crunch...I'VE GOT IT...Free lap dances on the NHS! (Turning to the camera) That is why you should vote for ME, Brandon Perez as the next UK Champion!

VOTE PEREZ 2016!

Before Tim can speak Brandon gives the camera a thumbs up and walks out of shot with a smile on his face leaving Tim with a look of complete exhaustion on his face as the scene ends.

The scene is set, deep within the confines of Wembley Arena, a dark, dimly lit room greets the audience as the camera reveals the full scale of the room. The dim light manages to point out to the audience, posters of 6CW heroes plastered all over the cracked and damaged white wall. In the corner is a worn out locker and a chipped wooden bench where a plain black bag is resting. The camera then captures a sheepish and unsettled Harold Lloyd sat on a plain black chair, his usual smile replaced with a solemn demeanour. Lloyd is dressed in a smart navy suit with a basic black tie to boot and a expensive looking wrist watch. Harold then attempts to speak to the audience and the 6CW fanbase across the world, his tone already sheepish and slightly concerning.*

HA: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to this exclusive interview for 6CW.Com, my name is Harold Lloyd and tonight we have a rare and very special interview tonight... What you're about to hear and see maybe unsettling for some but this is purely unedited and raw in that form. Ladies and gentleman, my guest at this time... Aaron Heath.

*The camera swivels around, this time to behind Harold Lloyd, revealing a morose and serious looking Aaron Heath. Heath is wearing his typical Honeybadger inspired 6CW shirt, black in colour with snarling honeybadger on the front, blood dripping from it's teeth. A pair of blue jeans and a pair of casual black shoes. Heath's eye's seem sunken, his hair slightly messy and his face slightly unshaven. Heath looks at Harold arrogantly before smirking evilly and nodding his head towards 6CW leading commentator, Harold clears his throat before conducting the interview.*

HA: Aaron, I haven't had the chance to interview you since last Summer, so I thank you for this time you have granted us and the 6CW world. There are so many things I wan't to know about you and what has happened to you in the past months as I'm sure all of the 6CW world would like to know too..But let's start with Chael Kingdom and the UK championship if I may and your rhetoric towards Chael Kingdom for that matter?

*Heath chuckles sinisterly as he looks at the cold, hard flooring beneath him before learning forward towards Harold, the camera now picking up his blue, unrelenting eyes as he begins to usher out his words.*

AH: You're a highly wise and intelligent man, Harold...I can tell alot of things by just looking at someone and hearing their words come from their mouth. May I ask you a question, Harold? since your in my domain, I see it only fair if I can ask you a question before I enlighten you with my thoughts, is that reasonable, Harold?

HA: I guess so...

AH: Tell me Harold, do I look delicate to you? Do I look vulnerable to you? do I look like the type of person who seems soft in your eyes?

*Harold looks uncomfortably around as Heath's blue eyes pierce a hole into the leading commentator of 6CW. Harold manages to stutter out a few words.*

HA: No sir...

AH: See, because that's exactly what I think of when I look at you, Harold. Delicate... vulnerable and soft. I would guess that your life story is very predictable and very peaceful, I'm guessing. You went to University... Parents and a family that loves you. Support and care for you... then you look at me. Look at my people and followers, It's a very different way of life. The world see's people like me and my followers as a piece of dirt that they clean off the bottom of their shoes. People like me are condemned in this day and age. We have no place in this society that we live in today, and that is the truth as far as people like you can see.

AH: Here's something Harold, What if I told you that everything I have said that I am and what everyone has said about me in this world is true? Okay, I was chosen by the Lord almighty to enter this world. I didn't choose to come this world, that decision was chosen for me by the work of God, okay Harold. I said to him, I can fix this world. I can fix everything that is wrong and bad about the world we all share and live in today. I can fix this community and I can fix this society that has the audacity to look down on people like me. I can correct all the errors and mistakes that was ever made in the history of our very existence.

AH: And guess what? ever since I was assigned this mission from god to cleanse 6CW, I have walked on water every single night. But what would the 6CW world think of that? what would the legions of people, who believe in false heroes think of me? They would see me as some kind of fluke. Some kind of chancer, fraudster you name it... because they are brainwashed by the society they live in. That comfortable, easy and twisted society that they worship because it keeps them away from the cold hard light of day. We're not talking about silly or stupid people, Harold, Not by a long way. These are educated, hard-working and intelligent people. Just like you Harold as a matter of fact.

AH: They all say and chant the same things week after week and month after month by claiming that Aaron Heath is crazy. Aaron Heath is deluded and so forth. The minute I arrived in 6CW I was labelled arrogant, evil, deluded, Twisted and crazy and that's the problem with 6CW and the 6CW world I have been assigned to. It labels individuals. It places them into some kind of sick clique which they can no longer escape. I think it's damn insulting to have a label placed on me, by a group of people who have no idea who I am or where I have come from to be here today.

AH: People like Chael Kingdom, Cameron Faith, Brandon Perez and James McManus...You put a label on each and everyone of those guys and you categorize them. And then you look at me and categorize me. It's very black and white Harold, but very degrading and insulting. You label me this and that, Chael this and that. People like Chael Kingdom for instance, children in this 6CW world, worship people like Chael Kingdom. He is one of their heroes and idols. He is everything you should want to be in this world. But unfortunately for Chael Kingdom, this world and the 6CW world needs fixing imminently. I have been appointed judge, Jury and executioner in this matter and that wasn't my decision either.

AH: I have people across the world on social media or in the street asking me... Do I feel guilty about the things that I do and the things that I say? Do you feel the slightest bit of remorse for all these horrible things that you do? and I tell them... No, because I would never do anything that I would be guilty for. How on earth could I feel guilty about doing what is the right thing to do in the grand scheme of things? I didn't make the 6CW world the way it is currently not the world as a whole in reality. People like you Harold Lloyd did. People like Chael Kingdom, Brandon Perez, Cameron Faith, James McManus and even Hero... you did. Because you think your better than everyone else.

AH: You think your better and so much better that you crave things and you can never be satisfied with what you get. You just want more and more of delusional hypocrisy until it fills you up so much it explodes from every orifices of your body. Me on the other hand... I just want to fix things. If I wanted to feel guilty about something... it would be that I haven't done nearly enough to those who need fixing. I wish for a world filled with a millions of so called heroes like Chael Kingdom... so I could break each and every single one of them down. With one foul swoop of my boot, gone in a flash.

AH: And then... and only then, will I have felt like I have accomplished something in this world. I would have done something substantial and left my mark on this world. I would have made first and foremost the 6CW world a better place. I believe in all the things that come from my mouth because I am the true prophet of 6CW. I'am 6CW only redemption and saviour. This begins with me and it will finish with me because I'm the single biggest threat in this company today... I can fix things. And I will fix things.

HA: If I say Aaron, There are many people out there who infact believe that your teachings... but there are many other people who don't. They see you as a false messiah... a fraudster and a chancer as you mentioned early as a matter of fact... but what I want to know... who is Aaron Heath and what does he want from 6CW?

*Heath lets out a sadistic and evil cackling laugh, leaning back in his chair before looking towards Harold, before leaning closer to the roving interview to speak once more.*


AH: Everyone is born the same way, Harold... we didn't know how to lie. How to steal, How to speak or how to act. You learn these skills throughout your journey through life. You're taught this and you learn this. You for instance have learned your skills through a twisted and crumbling society, a backward community only interested in looking out for number one. What kind of horrible, rotten and evil society is that Harold? Me on the other hand... I firmly believe I came from somewhere else. I have to teach the world and address the wrongs in the world today. I have to damage these heroes that people like you Harold, falsely worship. I have to damage the world and the 6CW world.

AH: Your heroes have to realise that they are not stepping foot into the ring with some person...I'm a beast. Like the honeybadger, man. The most vicious, intense beast walking this planet today. I'm a beast but I understand things, I take everything in. Every detail and crumb of information I can pick up. I understand that all your heroes can be dangerous... I can understand when a man's pride is at a steak, they all will fight back. But as I said, I'm even more dangerous and a bigger beast. It's imperative that your heroes learn there place in my society and my domain. It's imperative that they co-operate with me.

AH: When Chael Kingdom, James McManus, Brandon Perez and Cameron faith collect their thoughts... it's imperative they hold there loved ones closed. You know what I'm saying? It's imperative they all tell them they love them because once I'm finished fixing this world... there is no guaranteeing either one of these men will come home. These men are facing uncertainty and I cannot guarantee their safety and well-being. Aaron Heath is a whole different entity... I'm the true messiah of this world. But in reality, Aaron Heath is everything. I'm the beginning and the end of this world.

*With that, Harold Lloyd quickly hops out of his chair, nervously nods his head at a intense and calculating Aaron Heath before heading off. The final image the audience sees is the camera focusing in on Heath, his eyes on a different planet as a sick smile creeps across his faces as the scene fades away and to black.*